It's very easy to get into gambling. I'm there already, two weeks of O wanting a Ferrari and Euromillions papers are all over this table. The simple next step is taking out a subscription to the lottery, and I can hardly wait! Of course it is much easier (and cheaper!) to get a little hope into one's life with some simple seed-sowing. A packet of sunflower seeds and their huge yellow suns on golden afternoons loom into my mind's eye (rather than the slightly more realistic slug chewed remains of a sunflower seedling) and life goes on, bolstered somehow. But now O wants a Ferrari simple pleasures have been rather pushed aside. There we all are watching some ex-army looking chap smiling his head off having a whale of a time with the roof off and the Sicilian landscape whizzing past him in Ferrari's latest 'California' on a utube test drive. And I think to myself of course why wouldn't it be better than the jolly old Renault Scénic? For some reason R found this difficult to believe when he turned up here the other night. Until now the only delight that cars have ever given me has been the odd parking triumph. But now I have been reading to O his well thumbed and sellotaped copy of the magazine we got given on the motorway and where he found this treasure, night after night after night, I am beginning to wonder if O is perhaps not onto something that I have sadly overlooked. So when I turned up at O's school the other day and his teacher asked me if it was true that we were buying a Ferrari, I just smiled at her, and said simply 'well, we're trying!'.